Pintagrande's Pulsating Pursuit

In the sultry heat of Brazil, a lone figure, Batendo uma, seeks solace in his own touch. His cock, a monstrous specimen, tents his shorts. He frees it, the weight alone a testament to his size. He strokes slowly, his hand barely fitting around his girth. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, his moans low, guttural. He picks up the pace, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, with a final, guttural groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his cum painting the room in ropes of white.

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